[Suzerain of Sheol]

Don't think I ever posted this here. Had to write a sonnet and went with this as the topic for some reason...

The Archon's Shame

It was never my intent to betray,
and yet I fear I have set forth in vain.
I did not leave to spurn you for the day,
and yet the mansions echo only pain.
Sophia, love, in folly we are rent,
taking leave of Wisdom's temperate heart.
Forsaking faith, I fear my love is spent,
as a godless sunrise doth do us part.
Seven times raised up, I am yet disgraced,
mocking beauty with guise of godly craft.
And I must bear the shame of faith misplaced,
swallowing guilt with judgment's bitter draught.
Do not forgive, Sophia, mother, wife.
In my art, I have lost my very life.

It's also over-simplified and almost counter-purposeful to the Gnostic belief structure which favors metaphor over mythology. Oh, well. I know better now.